1991 Masters, I am a spectator nursing a snapped Achilles tendon, about 10 days out of surgery. I had planned to go to Augusta as I do every year, so the fact that I was on crutches and in a toe down cast was not going to stop me. Augusta National has some hills as we all know. It can be a challenge to walk on foot much less on crutches. It was hot; I am a chunky fellow and I had a pretty good lather going. I had made my way up 10 and found the beverage tent and realized I was not going to be able to go too far. That’s when I noticed Arnie coming up # 7 with the usual army following. I figured if I started up # 8 I might get ahead of the crowd and get close enough to see him as he went to # 9 tee. It worked. I was up against the rope near where the Marshall would open the walkway for the players. I looked like I had been swimming and was glad to be still for a short bit. As Arnie finished #8 he was walking up to # 9 and spotted me. He stopped, turned around and walked right up to me and said, “You must be one heck of a golf fan.” I said yes sir I am thanks to you. He gave me the Arnie smirk and headed to the tee. He hit a nice drive, and as he walked off the tee he looked at me and gave me a thumbs up. That doesn’t sound like much, but when it’s from Arnie it’s huge.